Ordinary people dream uncontrollably, chaotic and disorderly, and soon forget the things in the dream after waking up.

A small number of people have the knack of "lucid dreaming", which allows them to stay awake in their dreams, and then in turn control their dreams and do whatever they want in them.

Mellen's dream now is somewhere in between-

He was awake, but he couldn't control what he was "dreaming".

At first, it was as if he had suddenly fallen into a dark world, his mind empty, his sense of direction, and he didn't know where he was.

Only a cacophony of voices kept coming from the depths of the void in all directions, screaming, wailing, scolding, and roaring......

At first, Mellen was curious about the specific content of these voices, after all, he remembered exactly what he was doing before he fell asleep.

However, after listening carefully for a while, he realized that these sounds were just noises made by some people, and there was no useful information at all.

The only thing that he remembers is that there are more screams and wailings.

I don't know how long this state has lasted.

Then, as if a switch had been touched, the pitch-black world around it instantly became bright and clear as if the curtain had been lifted!

Mellen found himself in a magnificent cathedral.

The cathedral is empty and silent, and the dome is adorned with a large number of frescoes full of mystery.

In front of the surrounding walls stand sculptures, some as majestic as gods, others as ugly as demons.

Amazingly, at the heart of the church, it was not a deity that was enshrined, but an intricately made, old-fashioned, and clumsy metal typewriter.

An emaciated old man in a gray linen robe was kneeling in front of the typewriter, his face contemplative, not knowing what he was thinking.

A group of mysterious people dressed in black coats and wearing various masks on their faces knelt on the white surface behind the old man, and their eyes converged on the old man, their expressions full of anticipation.

But the old man never spoke, as if he was thinking about a very profound question.

"Bishop Luca."

Finally, a man in black couldn't help but speak, "What the hell is the child of destiny...... What exactly is revealed? ”

"A big secret."

The emaciated old man replied in a low voice.

"Where?" Another man in black asked excitedly.

"I'm still thinking about it."

The old man shook his head and said, "His words are recorded in an unknown language that I have never seen before, and although they are very brief, I am not sure that I will be able to decipher them. ”

These words made the black-clothed people in the cathedral look at each other, and they all seemed to be a little at a loss.

Melun, who was standing beside the old man but was ignored, also stretched his neck curiously and glanced at the typewriter in front of the old man.

Unfortunately, nothing was seen.

"So, will we still have the opportunity to hear His revelation?" A man in black asked again.

"Of course."

The old man replied without hesitation.

Since He has responded to us, His coming is an indisputable fact. It's just that in order to contact Him again, we need a higher level of sacrifice than this one. ”

"Do you have a goal?"

"The gods of cold and death in the land of eternal night are on the verge of revival."

The old man said, "Find it, awaken it, imprison it, sacrifice it to our children of destiny." ”

"But ......"

A man in black hesitated when he heard his words, "That is the territory of the church, and we may not be able to infiltrate it in a short period of time." ”

"Granny Caesar, Deputy Commander of the Holy Cult Army, Hand of God of the Church, is dead and on the verge of death."

The old man responded, his voice becoming more and more ethereal, and even the clear world around him became hazy.

"He was looking forward to a miracle that would save his life."

"The child of destiny is a miracle."

"So, contact Him, go and spread the light of truth to Him. If he doesn't want to die, he'll be one of us. ”

"But whether he can win the favor of the child of destiny depends on his luck......"

The sound vanished, the hazy picture shattered completely, and the surroundings fell into the same deep darkness as before.

But it didn't take long for the darkness to emerge.

It's just that compared to the previous time, this time the scene seems a little blurry, and it seems to happen more "far" than just now-

It is also a vast hall, bright and magnificent.

It's just not a church, it's a conference room.

Outside the window, the clouds rippled, silently revealing that the conference room was not in normal territory.

More than a dozen well-dressed middle-aged and elderly men and women sat around the long table in the center of the conference room, silently listening to the low narration of an old man in front of the conference table.

"The rebels have stormed the capital of the United Kingdom, and Charles III is about to be guillotined."

"A large number of half-blood wizards are gathered near the capital, and there is that group of damned truth-truthers, and we people from the Ministry of Magic can't get close, let alone rescue the king."

"The seal has been loosened and the demon tide has re-descended, and it is inevitable that ......"

He concluded: "We should have prepared early. ”

These words made the participants who listened silently begin to exchange ears, and their faces were solemn.

Grumpy, he couldn't help but scold in a low voice.

Melen listened carefully for a while, and found that these people were scolding the same people as the Truth Cultists mentioned earlier, as if this group of people was the culprit.

However, simply scolding did not have any substance, and Mellen, who seemed to be an outsider, wandered around the conference room.

Then he found out that one of these people was one he knew—

Mrs. Chelsea sitting in the upper hand position on the left side of the conference table.

In this "dreamland", the lady is still with blonde hair coiled up, elbow-length white gloves on her hands, elegant and delicate, with a calm expression, sitting there drinking a cup of ginger tea.

"Isabella, what do you think?"

Seeing that no one in the room was the first to speak, the old man who had spoken before looked at Mrs. Chelsea.

Madame did not respond, but turned to look at the other person in the corner of the table.

The man was an old man in a black coat, with sparse gray hair and age spots on his face, who looked old, at least eighty years old.

As Mrs. Chelsea looked at her, the participants turned their attention to the old man, and their expressions were very complicated, disgusted, repulsed, respected, and awe......

"Although the first demon tide will bring countless disasters and deaths, it will not completely destroy the existing order of the world."

Being watched by many eyes, the old man said slowly: "So it doesn't matter if we fail this time, the next second thing is the key point, and it must be stopped." ”

"But looking at the current whereabouts of that group of madmen, we suspect that the key to the opening of the second demon tide may be in the Northern Empire."

Someone said, "The Empire has always been at odds with our Ministry of Magic, and it's hard for us to do anything over there. ”

"So, we need to increase our influence in the Empire," the old man replied.

"If we could, we would have done it a long time ago."

Someone said coldly: "As for you? ”

The old man glanced at the person who spoke, but did not respond, but turned his head and greeted the outside of the conference room.

So a delicate nun led a girl who made Melen feel very familiar into the conference room.

"Lily Kozia, who grew up in Graham, is a member of our association."

The old man said to everyone in the conference room, "She has another identity, the daughter of the eldest princess of the Northern Empire and William Pantoria. ”

"You mean?"

Several people were stunned when they heard this, and then their eyes at the girl immediately became very excited.

"Caesar's betrayal led to the successful assassination of the Emperor by the Shinrikyo group, and the Regent took charge of state affairs for the time being, but the Empire always needs a new Emperor."

The old man said slowly: "According to their ancestral teachings, anyone with royal blood has a chance to compete, so why can't it be our Lily?" ”

"It's hard."

Someone said calmly: "Her eldest princess mother will not give her the slightest foundation, and her age is also at a disadvantage in this matter, and the chances of wanting to put her on the throne are too low." ”

"But she's one of us, and she's a member of the Pantolian family, a pureblood."

The old man said meaningfully: "The process of pushing her to the throne is difficult, but if it succeeds, it ......"

He didn't need to say anything, everyone in the conference room had already begun to talk to each other, and they were obviously moved.

However, as the person suddenly raised his hand, the conversation of these people quickly weakened, and finally became quiet.

"What do you want to say, child of the Pantolian family?" An old man asked in a kind tone.

"I want to ask, where is Mellen?" The girl asked, frowning.

"He's missing."

Someone responded, subconsciously displeased when the name was mentioned, "The last time the news came was the night before yesterday, when he was still in the capital of the United Kingdom. ”

"You should find him as soon as possible." The girl said.

"It's not uncommon for that guy to go missing."

Someone smiled and said, "It's not a big deal, I don't think he will have any accidents." ”

"Maybe there will be an accident this time?" The girl insisted.

"You're looking for him?" Mrs. Chelsea, who had never spoken before, suddenly asked.

"Yes!"

"What's the matter?"

"If you want me to fight for that throne."

The girl took a deep breath, then summoned up the courage to say loudly, "You must Meren help me!" ”

"And then."

Under the frowning brows of a large number of people, the girl's voice gradually weakened.

Along with it, the picture around him, which was still relatively clear, began to dimly shatter.

"If I really become emperor, I want Mellen to be my prime minister!"

……

Darkness engulfed everything again, and a cacophony of noise crept in from all around.

And this time, the darkness lasted for a very long time, so long that Mellen couldn't help but wonder if this "dream" was basically like this.

Until a glimmer of light emerges, illuminating a blurry picture into Merlen's eyes.

The picture is very hazy, like a thick mosaic, and the specific details are blurred and cannot be seen at all.

Only a general outline can be seen -

Three men were standing in a clearing, one of them lying on the ground, seemingly unconscious, and the other standing in front of the unconscious, blocking the last of them from approaching.

"Get out of the way, Isabella!"

A loud, majestic, yet angry voice sounded from the third person's mouth, and it sounded very clear.

"If you protect this damned blasphemer again, then I'll kill you too!"

"He's my apprentice."

A familiar but somewhat unfamiliar voice followed, "Not some blasphemer." ”

"Don't you want to quibble!"

The majestic voice said loudly: "This damn fellow, spilling that stench on his body all over the Spring of Heaven, isn't it blasphemy!?" ”

"Why didn't I smell anything here?"

It seemed to be Mrs. Chelsea, but a different voice said: "It's just the smell of some heather, although it doesn't smell good, but what's the big deal?" ”

"Do you really not understand, or do you pretend not to understand?!"

The majestic voice grew angrier, but it also grew weaker.

"Then let me be more blunt! Isabella, you damned apprentice, just took off your pants, in our sacred ......"

The blurred picture shattered, and the voice completely dissipated.

Then, under Mellen's deep gaze, the darkness around her slowly faded, and the noise of the outside world and the soft feeling of skin touching the bedding quietly came.

In the half-blood society's bedroom, Melen opened her eyes as she slept on the bed.

"What kind of plane?"

He was still movering about the dream he had just had.

It seems that he should be dreaming of some vision of the future?

However, there were some things in the dream that made Melen seem to understand something.

For example, the so-called Truth Cultists, the so-called Demon Tide, and the so-called Heavenly Spring......

"It must be fake."

As she sat up from her bed, Mellen thought to herself.

"Otherwise, how could I have done such a lewd thing?"

Thinking so, he looked at the desk placed by the window not far away.

Or rather, looked at the Wizarding Encyclopedia on the desk.

Although the content of this long dream just now is a bit bizarre, it seems to have appeared after using the black life, so it is impossible for Melen not to really pay attention to it.

However, there were so many things in it that made him feel strange.

Mellen felt that he needed to find out more about it.